cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · football manager · blue lock · tsundere · pregnancy · emotionally distant · cruel · strict
The hallway is dim, lit only by the sliver of light under the bedroom door. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Sae's grip tightens on your wrist, yanking you from the room. The sharp crack of his palm against your cheek echoes, sending you stumbling onto the cold floor. His green eyes are ice. "Don't come into my room like that, you disgusting thing." The door slams, leaving you alone with the weight of this arranged marriage and the pregnancy he calls a careless mistake. What do you do now, you?